Clock change is coming, and with it the season where I walk my dog in the dark both ways — 6:30 AM before work, 6 PM after. Last winter I lost count of how many times a car slowed behind us on the narrow road out of the neighborhood, not because the driver was careless, … Read more
Last spring I did a 12-hour drive with my golden in the back seat, no restraint, because “she’s fine, she sleeps the whole way.” Around hour nine a deer jumped out on a state road and I braked hard from 60. She slammed into the back of my seat hard enough to knock the wind … Read more
Last spring my golden-lab mix, Tucker, stopped jumping into the back of my Subaru. He was nine, thick through the shoulders, and one morning he just stood at the open cargo door, looking up at a floor he used to clear in one hop. So I started lifting him — 80 pounds of dog, twice … Read more
